HTTYB - Day 19, Part 14 (Patreon)

This chapter was written in bits and pieces, often just a paragraph at a time, over the last couple months. So it's a little choppy. I can't fully explain why it's been so long since an update (although anyone who's followed me for a while knows I'm no stranger to unforseen breaks), but I'm at least glad I was able to get this chapter out. 

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Anyways, here's the next chapter. The last few paragraphs won't be for everyone. Oh well :)

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Wrinkly old men laughing about football and politicians while they drink too much beer. Small and innocent puppies getting sick and throwing up all over a brand new couch. A YouTube montage of a doctor popping a dozen pimples and squeezing blackheads out of someone’s nose..

Reese tried to fill his mind with gross imagery that could distract him from his erection, or maybe even actively bring his boner down. Yet nothing he thought about seemed to have a working effect in softening his little dick, which blindly shook up and down and all about as his helpless body bounced against Olivia’s giant tits. The shrunken girl, Hannah, was slowly walking closer, filling him with an increasing dread at the idea of being discovered like this. Just a thousand feet away now, it would only be a few seconds until someone in the girl’s group noticed that the 6 and a half foot girl walking in their direction wasn’t wearing a normal looking bikini. And only a few minutes until they realized that the boy strapped to Olivia’s boobs (which they would no doubt piece together was Reese, since the two groups had already become acquainted earlier) had a fierce and unbridled erection.

But despite the incoming crisis, Reese was at least brave enough to stick by his morals and not give in to her offer. It was truly mind boggling that she had just offered to jack him off, and the social ramifications would undoubtedly plunder his mind for years to come—especially since it was under (allegedly) utilitarian pretenses, which only complexified the ethics of it all. Was Olivia somehow attracted to him, and this was all just her latest way of giving in to her taboo urges? Was she honest about viewing him platonically, but using his shrunken stature as a means of teasing him in ways most others would never dare venture? Or was she really as aggressively pro-nudity, body positive, #FreeTheNipple as she claimed to be, and punishing Reese was just a road bump along the path.

Whatever the case was, there was a part of Reese that wanted to call her bluff, and see if she’d really publicly masturbate him in front of her friends. But considering all that she’d subjected him to, the boy knew at the back of his mind that Olivia wasn’t bluffing—or even if she was, she’d never allow him to win, and would go through with tugging his dick anyways, if only just to keep him from saying he was right.

With the group of girls now only a few hundred feet away, it was clear that they’d seen Olivia’s crew, and were walking steadfast and pointedly towards the Amazonian 22 year old and the bikinified boy. Reese couldn’t quite make out the expression on their faces though, as his head was sideways and bobbing rhythmically against Olivia’s tits with every step she took. But despite his best mental attempts, he hadn’t been able to quell his erection, hardened against his will by the unavoidable physiological response that came with having his dick rubbed between a pair of breasts. Even though his boner was no longer being stimulated, Reese was unfortunately young enough that a few gross thoughts weren’t enough to solve his problem, and after a few more moments of helplessly struggling against the tight binds that he’d been fastened in, he soon found himself approached by Hannah and her group of friends, as Olivia finally brought her homeward trek to a halt.

“Oh… my God…” Hannah muttered, staring up at the shrunken boy that was being used as a swimsuit top. “Holy shit… is this Reese? Is this the guy whose number you gave to me?” Despite her small stature, she seemed to have no qualms with addressing Olivia, Jordan, and—actually, Elle didn’t seem to be with them anymore. Jordan looked around, noticed that their friend had silently fallen back about a minute ago, and was now trying to discreetly make her way towards the tall grass that separated the beach from the road. Even though there wasn’t a path, she’d known what was coming and wanted out of the confrontation. Jordan only saw her glance back at the girls with an apologetic grimace, before she slipped into the grass and disappeared.

Though still sideways, Reese was now getting his first look at Hannah. She had wavy red hair, sparkling green eyes, and a flurry of freckles dotted across her cheeks. Had the situation not been what it was, he would’ve been entranced by her beauty, but instead, his eyes were doing everything they could to avoid hers, which continually cycled through a look of disgust and amazement at whatever it was that was Olivia was subjecting Reese to.

Since nobody had answered her, she glared at Jordan, the girl with whom she’d dialogued the most back when their groups had initially met. And the girl who’d given her phone number to Reese. “Well?! Tell me this isn’t the guy you were talking about before. He looks just like the picture you showed me, but…” Her face contorted into an expression of confusion and anger.

Even Jordan, with all her affinity for messing with the 18 year old, felt awkward and speechless as she thought of how to answer the simple question. “Um… yeah. It’s him.” Hannah’s friends crossed their arms or shifted uncomfortably where they were standing, feeling like they were in the presence of some kind of kinky display of exhibitionism. Even if Olivia hadn’t been wearing Reese as her bikini top, his nudity and blatant erection felt offensive to be forced witness to.

“Was this some kind of fucking prank?!” Hannah yelled. “Were you guys just screwing with me because I’m small?”

Olivia scoffed, unmoved by the smaller girl’s attitude. “I mean… we clearly weren’t lying about him. You can see for yourself: he’s obviously the same size and age as you.”

“But why is he strapped against your fucking tits?”

“It’s kind of a long story,” Olivia chuckled, “but the short answer is just that he was being annoying.”

“That doesn’t answer anything,” one of Hannah’s friends chimed in. “Didn’t you say earlier that he was your—”

“Yup,” Olivia nodded, not showing a hint of hesitation or remorse.

There was a moment of stunned, awkward silence from Hannah’s party, before another of her friends piped up. “So were you lying about that then?”

“Nope. He really is.” Olivia grabbed Reese’s head and forced it straight. “Can’t you see the resemblance?” Suddenly, Reese was bombarded by nearly a dozen eyeballs, and he quickly looked down in shame as Hannah’s group compared his face to Olivia’s, one-by-one realizing that the two really were related.

A few of them glanced to Jordan, as if expecting or hoping that Olivia’s friend might offer up an explanation, but Reese’s last chance at a third-party defense was slowly inching away. Even though Jordan often led the charge in humiliating Reese, and was mostly amused by Olivia’s unorthodox methods of punishment, she didn’t have the resolve to defend her controversial choices to accusatory strangers, or put on much of a show for the public. “I… this isn’t…” she tried to say, shaking her head as the others silently confronted her. “I’m gonna go see if I can find Elle,” she meekly said, and then hurried off towards the grass-line, leaving Olivia and Reese alone amongst the semicircle of Hannah and her friends.

“So what am I not getting then?” Hannah continued. “If this guy is actually related to you, then why is he naked and tied to your chest with a big fucking boner?”

“I think it’s only big from your perspective,” Olivia snickered, flicking his tiny penis with her finger like it was a crumb. He instantly gasped in surprise and discomfort, although to the girls his gasp sounded more sexual. “And I already told you why he’s naked and tied to my boobs. I’m punishing him. The boner only started after I put him on.”

A chorus of ews sounded from from girls, who looked at Reese with even more disgust on his face. And he finally felt compelled to speak up. “It’s not what you think! She had me turned the other way around, and her boobs kept rubbing against my dick, and… and I don’t even wanna be tied up like this but I can’t escape!” As if to prove his point, he struggled in his bikini-binds. But there wasn’t an ounce of sympathy on any of the girls’ faces. “I’m not attracted to her, I swear, she’s just been fucking with me ever since I shrunk.”

Olivia shrugged, “He’s not lying. About my tits making him hard, I mean. I can’t verify whether or not he’s into me.”

“What a fucking creep,” Hannah repeated, looking up at Reese with shock and contempt.

“Men are so disgusting,” said another girl.

“Such a loser.”

“That’s so twisted.”

“Literally the most perverted thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I can’t believe you were almost gonna go out with him.”

“Yeah, bullet dodged.”

Reese had had enough of these girls tearing him down for something out of his control. “I couldn’t help it!” he pleaded.

“Yeah, perverts never can.”

“That’s the shittiest excuse I’ve ever heard.”

“Definition of a red flag. No normal guy would just ‘accidentally’ get turned on by a huge pair of tits.”

While her friends were harmonizing over how crude they thought Reese was, Hannah had gotten out her phone so she could block his number and delete their short-lived text conversation. “Honestly, you both are freaks,” she told Olivia, before marching away with her friends. Each of them seemed to scowl or glare at Reese or Olivia as they passed by.

But Olivia didn’t care about their opinion. Once they were gone, she sighed with relief, muttering “Finally,” to herself, before continuing on her way along the beach.

A minute or so passed, during which Reese tried to calm himself down, but he’d been filled with so much embarrassment that it had morphed into anger, and he vegan struggling against Olivia’s chest for the umpteenth time that day. “Why the fuck would you do that to me!?! You knew that was the best chance I’d get at a girlfriend in who knows how long, and you couldn’t have just walmmph mmphmm mm phmMMPHMM—”

He was cut off as Olivia encompassed his face with one hand, right before she used her other to grab his erection between her thumb and pointer finger. “You know what? I wonder if just taking care of this would make you stop being so fussy.” Even though there wasn’t anyone too close-by, Olivia didn’t even hesitate as she started jacking off his little dick, quickly and efficiently rubbing it back and forth with just her fingers. In case it wasn’t clear, using her whole hand wouldn’t work that well in masturbating the boy’s shrunken two-inch dicklet; even using just her fingers, she was barely moving them to accomplishing full strokes of his still-hardened shaft. “I don’t know how long it’s been since the last time you came, but sometimes going awhile without an orgasm can make someone cranky, right? So maybe that’s the solution to your whole attitude lately,” Olivia mused, jerking Reese’s cute-sized cock with increasing speed. “Maybe you just need a good cum.”

The thought of her making him cum—not just metaphorically, but literally forcing an orgasm out of him—while naked and strapped against his will to her heaving, colossal tits, sent Reese into an overdrive mode the likes of which neither of them had ever seen before. It was like with each new method of sexual or physiological torture that Olivia concocted, Reese found an even deeper pool of energy with which to draw his struggling from. But it didn’t matter, since his wrists and ankles were bound so tightly that he’d have to tear his limbs from his sockets before he’d ever get free. His last chance was to simply yell as loud as he could, and hope that one of the few people on the beach might overhear him and come to help.

Even with Olivia’s palm completely covering his mouth (and nose), they were both surprised at how much sound he was able to make, and she only let his muffled attempt to yell for help last for a few seconds before she released his dick. “Dammit!” she exclaimed. Still keeping one hand covering his mouth, Olivia reached behind her back and effortlessly pulled apart the binds that had tied Reese’s wrists and ankles together. Then in a swift motion, she slid her hand down from his face to his throat, yanking him away from her tits by grasping him in a chokehold. With just one hand, the titanic 22 year old was able to fully take hold of his neck, which her fingers angrily squeezed all the way around as she held him above the ground with an irate but determined expression on her face.

“I am so fucking tired of you talking back to me. All the time. Whether it’s something trivial, or the most important thing in the world, you always have to argue about it. I’m honestly not sure which is more annoying.” Reese’s eyes widened as his feet dangled above the beach, his hands pulling fruitlessly at her fingers choking him. Although her grip was just loose enough that a narrow stream of air rapidly worked in and out through his nose. Enough to keep him from suffocating, but still tight enough that his vocal cords couldn’t seem to work. Almost as if she’d done this before. “I would’ve thought you’d get it through your thick skull when you shrunk that things are different for you now. I’m in charge of you. I’m older than you, I’m bigger than you, and if you think about the whole train of events that led you to this situation right here on the beach, you’d probably realize I’m smarter than you too. And that means that at the end of the day, you should answer to me.

“When you move out and live on your own—if that ever even happens—then you can answer to yourself, and be free to live your life however you want. But until that day comes, as long as you’re living with me? As long as I’m the one driving you around, passing classes for you, keeping you out of trouble? Then you’re gonna do exactly what I say. When I say it. How I say it. Remember how you were supposed to be calling me master for the rest of the day? That was for a good fucking reason. On top of how you already oughtta be treating me, you agreed to do whatever the fuck I asked for the rest of the day. If I wanna turn you into a bikini, or make you lick my feet, or have you stick your head between my cheeks, then you’d better do it all without a single peep. Hell, even if I farted right in your face, you should thank me for the honor of sniffing my gas instead of having to pay the thousands of dollars you cost me by snooping on my laptop.

She took a few seconds to compose herself, and lightened her grip on her his neck enough that she wasn’t technically choking him anymore, and he could breathe a little easier. And luckily, he was smart enough not to say anything either. “I don’t want to have to choke you, Reese. Obviously. And I shouldn’t have to. But I’m not gonna let you disobey me. There have to be consequences, or else you’re never gonna learn to do what I say.” Then she sighed, “So this is what happens if you talk back too much.” By ‘this,’ Reese assumed Olivia meant choking him, and was glad that it had barely lasted a minute. Except she didn’t seem to be done with him yet, and was already turning his body upside-down, his body still facing hers. He was staring directly at her belly button now as she held his ankles together with one hand, hesitating for the first time that day over what she was about to do. Even for her, it was further than she felt comfortable with. But she saw no other way. Choking him wasn’t a good long term solution, and she needed amp her punishment even more than any of her past ideas, while also guaranteeing he’d want to keep his mouth shut. This was the only way.

“Hopefully, you’re gonna hate what I’m about to do to you,” she said. “That’s the point. And, to make sure you’ll keep your mouth clamped shut until I tell you you can talk.” And with that, Olivia pulled open the front side of her thong, lowered her little Reese’s upside-down head until it was right against her pussy, and then let her bikini snap shut.

With eyes so wide he was on the verge of spraining his face’s muscles, with a nose that he tried to somehow squeeze shut as a sudden tangy aroma filled his nostrils, and with lips that—just like Olivia hoped—were held so tightly together they might as well have been glued, Reese found his entire face pressed directly against the giant girl’s vagina. And to make sure he couldn’t move away, her bottoms, which had already been tight on her figure, hugged his head from behind, hurting his neck with how much they seemed to be imposing him against her sex. And the bikini became even tighter, as Olivia held each of his arms out like he was hugging her hips, intercoiling his arms with the swimsuit’s string to make sure his limbs would stay in place. A dastardly but genius idea, her plan had worked: having his face shoved against his big Olivia’s pussy was easily and instantly worse than anything she’d done to him all day. But even if it hadn’t been, the risk of his mouth opening up even a crack and Reese accidentally tasting her lower lips was a surefire way to keep him from even thinking about saying a word.

Olivia felt smug as she squeezed Reese’s hips and legs between her boobs, putting her bikini top back on to keep the lower half of his body in place. He didn’t put up any struggle or fight, and he certainly wasn’t speaking. She’d finally found his limit; good. Although it’d be nice if he was even smaller, she thought. Having his calves poking out the top of her cleavage, with his feet next to her ears, wasn’t exactly the most comfortable position to be in. But she could put up with it. And now that his body was situated, she could finally continue heading back to the house.

With his entire 3 foot frame strapped upside-down against her nearly-naked body, Reese began subtly bobbing up and down in rhythm with her tits, which sort of rubbed his face back and forth against Olivia’s vaj. But as horrified as he was of that, the bigger issue was that his dick, now back between her gigantic tits, was being restimulated as a result of her breasts bouncing up and down. But of course, he couldn’t say anything about it this time. I mean, he never really could to begin with, but now he really couldn’t. He could only lay there, helpless, his face strapped against her pussy, as her slick, gargantuan, unrelenting boobs stroked his little dick and brought him to the treacherous verge of an orgasm. The most he could do, the greatest pushback or defense he could muster, was to merely whimper in genuine fear as he realized that she was about to make him cum. After hours of servitude to his older Olivia, weeks of being subjected to her brazenly sexual whims, and years of staying loyally resistant to the fact that she was genuinely one of the hottest women on the entire planet, Olivia’s plump, gravity-defying, ridiculously wobbly, and cartoonishly huge P-cup titties had finally been the ones to claim victory over his cock, milking it with so much gusto that the two of them literally heard Reese’s dick squirt as the cum exploded out of him more ferociously than any climax he’d had before.

Like holding a firehose against a brick wall, Reese’s semen splashed against Olivia’s sternum, and she groaned in disgust as she saw bits of it fall away to the beach, the majority of it sticking against her skin and trailing down her stomach. “You better catch all that before it gets you-know-where. See, this wouldn’t have even been an issue if you had just let me jack you off to get rid of your boner.”

The order to “catch it” could only mean one thing, and although his head couldn’t move much from within Olivia’s thong, Reese made damn sure that his chin was in the path of his drooping jizz. It soon hit him, but as his dick continued to pulse out even more cum (albeit with less gusto now), only so much of his baby batter was able to pool up before it started to overflow from the tip of his chin and threaten to ooze even lower. “I felt that,” Olivia muttered from above. “You better not let a single fucking drop of your cum get inside me, or so held me God I’m going to make your summer so miserable that you’ll be begging to go back to the days when all I did was tease you. It’s your mess, Reese, so clean it off me, even if it means—” But then she stopped. For the first time that day, and what might’ve been the first time in their entire lives, Reese did something that completely and instantly derailed Olivia’s train of thought. She’d been about to say that he should just use his mouth if it really came to it, but even though it was her own suggestion, she hadn’t actually been prepared for the sensation of Reese, face pressed against her pussy, sticking out his tongue and starting to lick all around her clit.

With how distorted his vision was—and given the fact that he was a man—Reese hadn’t actually realized where his lips had been until after he opened his mouth. Even then, he didn’t realize right away, since his priority had been to hurriedly lick up his very own cum before any of it reached her vagina. But since his head was upside down, then what was up was down, and as the warm, salty, sticky residue of his explosive orgasm reached the underside of his tongue, he had the horrific realization that the thing his tongue kept rubbing against was none other than Olivia’s pleasure center. Yet he didn’t have time to hesitate, since he had to focus on slurping and sucking his jizz into his mouth, because if any of his cum trailed past his mouth, then he knew he’d truly be fucked.

Reese had only performed oral sex once in his life before that moment, and although he wasn’t technically trying to perform oral on her right then and there, the frantic and frequent flurries of his tongue all around Olivia’s labia were causing a natural reaction in her that she tried to ignore. The irony wasn’t lost on her that her body had given Reese a boner against his will, even though she hadn’t been trying to turn him on, and now Reese was inadvertently doing the same thing right back. But I can’t change my mind and tell him to stop now, she told herself. That’d be showing weakness. And it’d be obvious to him why. At one point, when Reese slurped another helping of his jizz into his mouth, the suction against her clit nearly caused her to trip over herself, and she hoped Reese wouldn’t notice her raggedy breath.

Eventually, after another 10 minutes of walking, most of which Reese had spent orally cleaning up his cum from the top of Olivia’s vulva, while his arms forcibly hugged her ass and his torso jiggled between her tits, Olivia finally arrived within view of their beach house again. After pulling Reese’s body out from her swimsuit, they both silently snuck around back to where the hose was, and cleaned off Reese’s drying cum from his face and Olivia’s stomach. And then they went inside to join the others, both quietly telling themselves they would never speak of what had happened again.